
I also planted some some cinnamon and sweet basil. My plan is to add some tomatoes, a zucchini plant and peppers in mid-May once the risk of frosts is finally gone.Thoughts on travel, rock music, politics and whatever else strikes my fancy.

I also planted some some cinnamon and sweet basil. My plan is to add some tomatoes, a zucchini plant and peppers in mid-May once the risk of frosts is finally gone.



I drove back up into the Poconos this past weekend to the picturesque little town of Jim Thorpe for their Fall Festival and some leaf peeping. The little Leigh High Valley town, was originally two towns,Mauch Chunck (Indian for Bear Mountain) and Eastern Mauch Chunk. Both thrived and blossomed with the discovery of anthracite coal.*

Below is the Asa Packer mansion which sits next his son Harry's. I had a hard time getting a clear shot of the due to the trees.

*Historical details supplied courtesy of http://www.visitjimthorpe.com/new/history.htm
And a clip of a video from this afternoon's rally:




(Special thanks to Heidi for her email this afternoon and Elisa for the video hookup)
Eight years ago we had a booming economy, a budget surplus and respect throughout most of the world. At the end of the second-term Bush Administration it's all gone--a distant and wistful dream. Add to that a quagmire in Iraq and Bin Laden still on the loose and you have a grim picture of the United States current status. Thank God, Bush can't run again.Now, it's up to us to pick the right candidate to revive our economy, extricate our soldiers from Iraq without causing a disaster for either the military or the Iraqi people and restore the luster of the US reputation globally. For the last couple of months, I've been vacillating between supporting Hillary Clinton or Barak Obama. After watching all the debates, I've come to the realization that there is little difference between the two; either one can do the job and do it well. Obama is the better orator, but Hillary is the better policy wonk.
We almost have an embarrassment of riches this year in the Democratic party. I can't remember the last time there were two candidates (three actually if you count the recently departed John Edwards) that I could support enthusiastically. And therein lies my problem: which one will get my vote during Pennsylvania's April 22nd primary?
In an effort to make a decision, I went to the Barak Obama rally today in Wilmington, Delaware. I arrived at Rodney Square around 10:30 a.m. to a line that wrapped around a large city block for the 1:15 pm rally. The gates would not open for another hour, yet those at the front had been there since 8 a.m. These are the kind of lines you see for rock stars, not politicians. 
At 1:15, the Senator from Illinois made his way into the Square along the rope line. The crowd went nuts, screaming and chanting; it began to sound more and more like the last rock concert I went to. Finally, Obama mounted the podium and began his stump speech.

